Overtime ended.
Liu Wanshi defeated Qian Songbao with full marks.
In fact, the result was already decided after Jun Changxiao's trick. After all, no one was better than Southwest Yangzhou.
Of course.
Qian Songbao's ability could not be denied. After all, the score difference was not big, and he did not lose to the public. He lost to the professional judges who were even more picky.
"The winner of the 50th God of Cookery Competition —" Huang Jinzan announced loudly, "Liu Wanshi!"
"Junior sister is mighty!"
"Senior sister is mighty!"
The disciples of the Sect of All Times roared loudly!
"Miss Liu, congratulations." Qian Songbao walked over to congratulate her.
In fact, when he saw the process of making fried noodles, he knew that he would lose without a doubt, so he could still accept it.
Liu Wanshi smiled and said, "You're very good too."
He got full marks because he had to prepare three meals for his fellow disciples every day. He had never done it before. To be recognized by 5,000 people, he definitely had the ability.
This point.
Jun Changxiao could not deny it either.
In terms of cooking skills, Qian Songbao was not inferior to Liu Wanshi. Whoever won the God of Cookery Competition deserved the title.
However, in order to complete the epic mission and obtain a higher reward, he could only use tricks.
"Can I try it?"
Qian Songbao looked at the remaining fried noodles, his eyes shining.
He was a chef and a foodie.
Now that the competition was over, he could shed his chef identity and become a real foodie!
Huang Jinzan said, "Sure."
The little guy walked to the dining table, picked up the fried noodles with his chopsticks, and put it into his mouth. As he chewed, he remembered the scene of him being saved and eating fried rice, and tears fell unconsciously.
"Dad!"
Qian Songbao put down his chopsticks and choked, "I don't want to go home and inherit the family fortune …"
When he came, Qian Buduo made a promise with his son.
If he could not win the God of Cookery Competition, he would obediently come back and listen to the arrangements.
Qian Songbao yearned for an unrestrained life and did not want to be imprisoned in a cage, following the path his father paved.
However … if he could not win the God of Cookery Competition, he was destined to listen to the arrangements, go home and inherit the family fortune, obediently being a rich second generation.
How many people dreamed of it, and he actually despised it.
Liu Wanshi smiled. "You can join the Sect of All Times. I'll teach you how to make fried rice and fried noodles!"
Seeing that the little girl had taken the initiative to recruit talents for the sect, Jun Changxiao's face was filled with a gratified smile.
Qian Songbao fell into a struggle. Clearly, he was already tempted.
After a moment of consideration, he said with difficulty, "I'm a very lazy person. I don't like to cook in a big pot. Can … can I go over and eat alone?"
Pure eating?
Jun Changxiao rolled his eyes.
My Sect of All Times doesn't raise idlers, nor do we raise foodies!
"This …"
Liu Wanshi looked at Jun Changxiao and said, "I think the Patriarch should be happy."
Happy my ass!
Although Jun Changxiao was on the verge of a mental breakdown, after thinking about it, this guy was a rich second generation after all. It wouldn't be a bad idea to recruit him.
What's more, didn't Peppa the Wild Boar, who was as lazy as she was, become hardworking under his training?
Jun Changxiao said telepathically, "Little girl, tell him that I'll allow him to join the Sect of All Times as an exception. However, the entry fee may be a little expensive."
Pure eating was fine, but he had to pay.
"Oh."
Liu Wanshi relayed the Patriarch's words. Qian Songbao smiled and said, "As long as I can eat Miss Liu's cooking every day, the entry fee is not a problem!"
Seeing that he was so straightforward, Jun Changxiao decided and said, "I'll definitely take this disciple!"
…
Under everyone's gaze, the champion of the 50th God of Cookery Tournament, Liu Wanshi raised her big ear-shaped cup.
"Hahaha!"
Yi Tianxing, who was in the certification hall of the Heavenly Mandate Imperial City, laughed out loud.
The God of Cookery Tournament had nothing to do with martial arts. However, if a disciple of the Sect of All Times won the championship, he could naturally show off in front of everyone.
During this period, the Sect of All Times had done a lot of big things. He could choose any one of them to show off. So, during the meeting at the certification hall, which one should he choose?
Sigh.
It was so difficult to choose.
Elder Zhou and Elder Zhen, who were standing behind him, breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, this was the God of Cookery Tournament. If it were a martial arts competition, the Sect of All Times would have won the championship, and the Hall Master would probably be paralyzed again.
…
"Ding! The host's disciple, Liu Wanshi, won the God of Cookery Tournament and met the requirements. The epic quest is completed with a completion rate of 200%. The host receives 40,000 contribution points. "
"Ding! Contribution Points: 6448050000. "
"Ding! Contribution points overflow … "
The moment Liu Wanshi raised the cup, Jun Changxiao heard a pleasant notification sound in his ears. His soul seemed to float beyond the clouds.
"Ding! Detected that the host has completed the seventh epic quest. The reward for the eighth epic quest will be issued together with the completion of the seventh epic quest. "
When he floated to the highest point in the sky, he was suddenly hit by a stick, and his soul was directly knocked back into his body!
Jun Changxiao broke down in his heart and said, "This restriction is really f * cked up!"
He had completed the quest, but because of another quest's restriction, he could not receive the reward. It was indeed very sad.
Even more sad was that Shi Seven's quest had met the requirements, but the time limit of the quest could only enter the settlement period after a year.
"Sigh."
Jun Changxiao sighed and said, "The road ahead is long. I will search from top to bottom."
…
After the award ceremony, the God of Cookery Tournament officially ended. All the martial artists left the venue, but the martial artists who were lucky enough to be the judges were still reminiscing about the fried noodles they had just eaten.
"To make noodles to such an extent, it is really amazing!"
"If I can eat that girl's fried noodles every day, it will definitely be the happiest thing in the world!"
"I have decided. I am going to register at the Sect of All Times!"
Many martial artists could not resist the temptation of delicious food and had the intention to register at the Azure Sun County.
This was something that Jun Changxiao did not expect. In his calculations, most of the people who came to register were because of the advertising effect.
"Jun Patriarch, are you in a hurry to leave after winning the championship?"
At the entrance of the City Lord Mansion, City Lord Han personally sent him off.
Jun Changxiao said, "The sect is busy. Jun has to hurry back."
"Alright."
City Lord Han cupped his hands and said, "We will meet again if fate wills it."
Jun Changxiao smiled and said, "As long as City Lord Han prepares according to Jun's ideas, you will definitely make a lot of money in the next Dragon-Tiger Competition."
City Lord Han said righteously, "Money is just a worldly possession. I have already accepted it."
"…"
Jun Changxiao's mouth twitched.
When you received the Spirit Stones, you were smiling more happily than me. Only a fool would believe that!
"Goodbye!"
"Goodbye!"
Jun Changxiao brought Liu Wanshi, The Purple King, and Yao Mengying out of the Imperial City.
Although one of them was a Fey King and the other had a Connate Demonic Body, nothing happened. They were just there to cheer.
Qian Songbao did not follow them to Southwest Yangzhou. Instead, he went home first to discuss with his father.
He wanted to eat Liu Wanshi's food every day, but Jun Changxiao thought that the Dining Hall could set up another Deputy Hall Master. This kid was qualified enough.
"Hmm?"
Walking out of the Imperial City, Lin Yao leaned against a tree on the road ahead. He had a saber at his waist.
Although his face was young, it gave off a sense of vicissitudes.
"Jun Patriarch."
Lin Yao turned around and cupped his hands. "I, Lin Yao, am not a sect. I am a wandering cultivator. I want to join your sect!"
There were not many people who directly asked to join the Sect.
"Can you endure hardships?"
"Yes."
"Can you endure hardships?"
"Yes."
"Can you shed your blood for the Sect?"
"Yes!"
Facing Jun Changxiao's series of questions, Lin Yao answered quickly and straightforwardly.
His eyes were filled with sincerity. He clearly wanted to join the Sect of All Times and become a member.
"Follow me back to the Sect of All Times," Jun Changxiao said.
Lin Yao cupped his hands. "Thank you, Patriarch!"
Therefore, there was one more person in the group returning to the Sect.
On the way, Jun Changxiao calculated, "This one can be in charge of cutting vegetables with Ma Yongning."
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